Bottomless rain and a
Forbidden Fortress is built
around our Summer skin.
Collapsed memories once held
Our questions higher and
We stopped the clouds from
Blushing on to our smiles.
Clay outside my window
And the bricks are laughing
In their distant ponds.
We drafted a show where
You were the primrose of
Subconscious premise;
He protected us always.
The painting was always
Distorted; we just never kissed
The ground before to notice.
Clocks are withering away
against my elevated skin
And the noble saint awakes.
